The Ninth Rain Novels & Stories

X. EXperiments I'm going to put you through, now it'll only make you dizzy, sick, and paralyzed. I think you'll live without the antidote, the ending's a surprise. I think you'll lie I never understood the happiness rain could give. Not until my brother taught me how to dance under the drops of rain falling from the skies. Zon was a lover of rain. He used to wait for nimbus clouds or cloudless skies in the evening, hoping it would rain.

12th September 2027, It’s raining outside. That’s the first thing that I realize after finally leaving the building. This whole time, my mind had been void of any emotions or feelings, just an eternity of darkness. It took the pitter patter of the rain to finally bring me back in my senses.

“I will not act without thinking, no matter how long I have to wait, I have to wait for this opportunity. ************ In autumn, it rains a lot, so the mood changes erratically according to the weather. Palomas Blancas hid in the cave, sadly watching the raindrops fall on the dry leaves, washing the stone steps in front of the cave. She really doesn't like the rain at all, because the raindrops always touch the anxiety in her heart, evoking memories that she wants to forget.

she said, as if it was no big deal for her to step over and hand him the soap bottle without her eyes drifting below the river’s surface. Staying low herself, just in case he accidentally turned around, Rain took a deep breath and faced him. He was about ten yards away from her, his hand out behind him. Thoughts of what she could do instead of handing him the soap came to mind, and she had to pause to clear her thoughts. Never in her wildest imagination would she have ever conceded she might miss IW, and she wasn’t really missing it now. She was missing him. Even though his strong hands had been bound to the seat every time they’d been together, she’d held his hand in hers enough times since

Natalina's POV I stood at the gates of the Corradini estate. As I looked at the estate grounds before my eyes, I couldn't help but feel a wave of bittersweet nostalgia. Nothing about the estate grounds had changed, yet everything else felt totally different. I remembered leaving the estate full of hope and happiness, only to return with scars and heartbreak. I truly believed I had found a man who loved me with all his heart and never imagined it would turn out to be a calculated scam.

My voice was hoarse as I asked her, "Lucy, are you sure you want to divorce me over a drinking-game challenge? This is our ninth divorce. I won't remarry you again. I'll ask you one last time. Do you really want this?" I remembered how we had gotten together. She pursued me first, staging nine elaborated declarations of love that people still talked about on campus. And yet, on the very night we registered our marriage, she'd asked for a divorce. At the time, I had asked why. She had smirked and said, "I humiliated myself declaring my love for you nine times. Even if I divorce you nine times, you can take it. You owe me this!" That was why I endured all those humiliations, telling myself it